Countdown To My Death Novels & Stories

The night before I awaken my wolf form, my parents host an apology live stream on my behalf. They train the camera on my face and force me to confess that I tried to kill my younger sister, Daisy Clifford, in the fire seven years ago. They want me to claim that I did it by deliberately locking Daisy in her room. My father, Henry Clifford, bellows at me before the audience, "If you still refuse to apologize to Daisy, get out of this house right now!" Daisy cries so hard that she can't catch her breath. "Katherine, I just want justice…" My mother, Rose Miller, glares vehemently at me as she hugs Daisy. My eldest brother, Hans Clifford, shreds all my capes in front of all the werewolves w

The System told me that, as a mission taker, I stood a chance of resurrecting my beloved if I cleared the game. As such, I dedicated my heart and spirit to charm the villainess, even if it meant dying ninety-nine times. When I played the game for the hundredth time, she sent me into a room with a deviant, just to satisfy her crush's whims. "You're not going to die anyway. I don't mind letting you be my boyfriend if you just make Henry laugh." She didn't know that there was a hidden rule—once I played the game a hundred times, my wish of resurrecting my beloved would be granted, success notwithstanding. I shall hence disappear from her world without a trace.

With only seven days left until the college entrance exam, the school PA system suddenly crackles to life during a break. "This is Harry Lodge from Senior Class Nine. I have someone I like, and I wanna tell her how I feel in front of everyone before we graduate." Every head in the classroom immediately turns toward Gemma Sinclair. The room erupts in whistles and teasing. Her face flushes bright red, and her heart starts pounding. After all, she's spent the past three years acting like a clown and joking around every day, all to help Harry, her childhood friend, pull himself out of the depression that's consumed him. And on the day of their coming-of-age ceremony, Harry kissed her. "You

It was very scary! The red timer on the television was still ticking. Seeing the remaining 30 seconds fly by, Jack’s cold and hoarse voice sounded like the countdown of death. “Twenty-nine.” “Twenty-eight.” … “Ahhh! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!” Watching Adalind let out a miserable cry, the live broadcast room was boiling. “You still don’t want to die? Did those homeless people want to die? !” “This b*tch, hurry up and die!”

The door was slightly ajar, I pulled out my trustee knife and pushed the door. I cursed and closed the door behind me. I know whoever did it had long gone and this was a warning. How did I know? Because whoever ransack my place left a note. This one was typed informing me that I've got three months to live. Huh, three months it's quite a long time for me to find out who might want me dead, right? Surely it'll be easy enough for me to kill my would-be killer before the time run out. First thing first. I set a three-month countdown on my phone just to keep track of my timely demise. Yep, because that's me a very organized would soon-be dead assassin.

The thought that I would die in a few minutes brought beads of sweat over my body. Her eyes were empty and void of emotions or feelings. It was easy to know that everything I'd been saying was not penetrating her ears. " Bye, darling. We will meet when my time is up on earth, " She said. I shut my eyes as the last drop of tears fell from them. I swallowed hard, and mentally expected the excruciating pain that would lead to my death. One... Two... Three... I mentally counted and at the third count, loud sounds of shooting filled the hall.

Our next meet was when she died. "Code red! Code red! Calling for Grim 10897456 to the afterlife inn." After the Grim Reaper conference at the Ministry of Death that lasted for two days, this was the announcement I heard when I came out of the haunted house. This century's death ministry is a huge amusement park. Senior Grim's say it fluctuates with each passing century. Yet I have no idea if that is true or not. Well, I don't care either. The code mentioned is mine so I went straight to the ferris wheel which is the way to the after life inn. However before I could board Gavin teased me.

She ran along the perimeter of the board looking for a way out and didn’t find anything, not even where she had come from. A pawn beckoned to her. He told her she had to see the game through before she could leave. Meredith sighed. “And how long will the game last?” She asked. “Until Death…” She heard the pawn say in Brayden’s voice. She blinked and a tear escaped the corner of her eye caressing her face as it traveled down. Meredith wiped it away, blinked, and when her eyes opened suddenly she was awake.

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

“If you’re my death angel, why the hell are you here? I'm still alive, am I not?" “Good question.” He grinned. “Do you want to know the answer?” He glanced at my unconscious body before he turned to face me. “Because you will never wake up again, Cresia. March 28, 2018. 12:01am. That will be the exact time of your death.” W-what… “I… I’m going to die?" Those words came as a whisper from me. "No. No way!” I looked at my poor body. No. This couldn't happen to me. This was not real.